Last level of madness in the middle of a lonely heart Flight to freedom on a colored horse Screams of funniest killers, deafen generation of broken people Protection against laser attacks of fear continues Deadly dance around the green bonfire Don't talk about the past and the future Body parts of lost vagrants in the universal swamp They hide from me the fact that I can see Sense of time is back with the sad news Doors of knowledge are gradually closing I feel the touchdown